I. My Inner Child Uses an Indoor Voice at All Times
My sister (who was visiting) and I got the chance to hang out with some little kids yesterday afternoon (the grandkids of some close family friends).
Woweee zowee, does that do wonders for your skin! And I mean the skin of your aura.
(I am always almost thinking about auras because there is this place near my work that specializes in free aura readings, and they always promote them with a smiley face.
How can you say no to a free aura reading being advertised with a smiley face?! I don’t know, but somehow I have managed to successfully do it for multiple days and months in the past years. Anyhoo.)
Back to the little kids. Jeepies bleepies if those lil’ tweeps don’t know how to squeeze all the fun out of the day like it was a juice orange begging for validation.
What frenzied fun didn’t our ragtag group take part in?!
We toured their neighborhood on bikes; almost met their neighbor who turned out not to be home; played hide-and-go-seek; played the Eye Spy + 20 Questions game; ate cookies; were denied further cookies by the parental units; ate orange wedges to compensate; talked about our interests and ages (apparently being anywhere near over 21 means you’re “way adults”; hid a fake spider in various, strategic locations; checked the TV just as a matter of course; toured the house; looked at family vacation albums at flipbook speed; climbed a tree and/or watched a tree being climbed; basically, anything and everything that somehow goes out of fashion when you hit puberty, but should technically never go out of fashion ever.
The best/worst part is I reverted to my pre-pubescent self in which I didn’t feel cool enough to hang out with those free spirits. My sister did most of the talking, including for any and all negotiations of “what should we do next?” Twenty years and nothing has changed!
II. Wedding the Palate
I also went to two Hindu weddings this weekend.
One took place in a botanical garden and one took place in a sculpture garden!
All I took pictures of though was the sculpture garden one.
The first wedding was at the American Visionary Art Museum in that secret wink-nod of a city, Baltimore. That place continues to ply me with its charming wares. The entire grounds around the museum were fancyfree, whimsy pajama-pants slamtastic.
Oh, and at the second wedding, apparently the priestess yelled “Please focus!” at the bride because apparently, she wasn’t concentrating enough.
Hey, Holy Lady, that’s my friend you’re talking about! And she happens to be getting married so yeah, maybe she has some stuff on her mind!
III. Thirst-Quenching Conclusion
To conclude, I now fill my water bottle at home using a funnel. Because the water cooler spout is all futzy. It spits all over the place like an overdramatic but mediocre storyteller so you have to harness its enthusiasm with a more open-minded, wider scope of reference distilled into a logic tunnel of thought.
And yes, the fact that we have a water cooler in our house does up the quality of our banter. Something about them just brings out one’s inner conversational bard.
There. And now the blog title finally makes sense.